#67 – Attic

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“Hey, there’s still stuff up here!”

Peter’s head was poking through the loft hatch, his hand tugging at the light chord.

“What was that, honey?”

“There’s stuff!  Boxes.”

Liza watched as her husband lifted himself into the attic.

She sipped her coffee.  “Any antiques?”

Peter laughed.

“For your Pop to sell for beer money?”

“I was thinking of renovations.”

Something fell down and clattered at Liza’s feet – a child’s doll, its face smudged with soot.  Dead glass eyes stared up and she choked at the sudden smell of smoke.

“Honey,…” Liza’s voice was a hoarse whisper.

“We need to go.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image by Rodion Kutsaev via Unsplash.

Today’s word was suggested by Bristolian and avid supporter of the OWOS project “Orignal Tracey”.  You can follow her on Twitter @sunsetbeachbabe.

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See you tomorrow for “Principle”.

 

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